samungli

dipping my fingers in memories

the sticky years of fumbling buttons

waking at sunrise and sleeping till noon

making love without care for time

a moonless midnight

new years night…

far away tiny bursts of glee

fireworks outside the bachelors quarters

cold feet

colder rooms

promises some

dreams encircling fingers

interlaced with hope

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